Incredible Hulk Rage Cage Novels & Stories

Below her, the True Court had set up a temple of science and horror. In the center of the room sat seven pedestals. Six of them held the keys they had stolen from her mother. The seventh pedestal held the red sphere—the Pulse of Rage. It was pulsing like a heartbeat, sending waves of red light across the room. And in the center of it all was a cage.

“Come now, dove. Show us if you are worth anything at all.” I felt so many mix of colliding emotions. Fear, rage, love, survival, all fusing into one violent jolt of clarity. The Hulk strangled even tighter, his eyes darker, “You want to live? Then earn it!” My wolf roared awake inside me. “We cannot die, we have to fight back.” The hulk’s body contorted, bones snapping, fur exploding outward until a monstrous wolf crouched over me, snarling. “Give me the death I came for, or I'll take you.”

with anyone who would listen. "You can't go soft on a capitalist," she said. "As long as we stick together and make a scene, she'll definitely be scared. Trust me. Today, she'll give us what we want." Layla sat beside her, smiling politely and nodding along every now and then. At exactly 9:00 am, I walked into the conference room. Every pair of eyes snapped toward me instantly—some gleeful, some just watching for drama, some openly greedy. I walked to the front, ignored the prepared slides, and slowly scanned the crowd. Then, I said, "First, I'd like to apologize to everyone."

Unhinged. That’s why I had the cage built deep beneath the packhouse—a place no one dares enter. A place to keep my own damn wolf from tearing everything apart. I stagger through the packhouse, biting back a snarl as I shove open the hidden entrance to the underground chamber. The moment I step inside, the scent of silver burns my nose. The walls gleam with a deadly glow, and the cage in the center of the room stands open, waiting for me. The pain will be unbearable, but it’s necessary.

knives of varying sizes, pliers, clamps, whips, and electrical probes. In the far corner sat a steel cage, its bars thick, reinforced, unbreakable. The floors were made of dark stone, the air laced with the faint scent of metal and dried blood. This was a chamber of retribution. A place built for one man’s suffering. Hector smiled as he approached the cage. With little effort, he opened the heavy iron door and threw Ruby inside. Her body slumped against the cold metal floor, her unconscious form barely stirring. Hector straightened, dusting off his hands as he turned to Don Gray.

" Yeah? He is a rapist or you're just a spoilt brat? We'll find that out soon but trust me, I'm going to get my brother out of prison by the end of next month. By hook or crook." Sage looks down, crying loudly as I walk out of the room. Closing the door behind me, I turn on the switches. The cages open and multiple rats and cockroaches fill the room, earning screams from my little wife. Who isn't scared of these morons? Me, cause I'm Hades Romano. But Sage is. That's the point. She screams, thrashing violently but the straps kept her bound to the chair. The rats were huge, so huge that they gave me goosebumps. I chuckled as they licked and nibbled on Sage's skin.

Randall laughed with great satisfaction and said, "Did you really think it would be that easy to reach the metal cage? We just let you get close on purpose." "This cage is made from a superalloy composed of over a dozen rare metals. It is impossible to damage it with human strength. "Shadow guards of the Swenson family, right? Weren't you all so arrogant just now? Why are you all so defeated now, completely dispirited? "Today, this will be your burial ground!" Obviously, this was a trap. In the distance, Jasper was in a state of panic. Even though he was arrogant and domineering, he wasn't stupid. He knew that rushing in with his limited strength would accomplish nothing and would only lead

Ten million… fifteen million… twenty million… The price skyrocketed to a shocking amount, but then, everything fell silent. The large wooden doors of the hall were pushed wide open. A tall, slender figure in a perfectly tailored black suit strode in. Every step was firm and steady, as if nailing itself to the floor. The once-raucous hall fell as silent as a graveyard. The crude pheromones that had filled the air instantly vanished, replaced by the aura of an Alpha so powerful and cold it made the others instinctively bow their heads. It was a clean, pure scent, yet as sharp as a winter blizzard, mixed with the faint smell of steel fresh from the forge.

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

I flinch and move back to hit my side against the door. " You make me mad sometimes." He says calmly and turns to look at me. He sighs and look back at the road. " I'm sorry that I yelled at you." That wasn't even an answer to what i needed. Why was Cage so weird. " He's a dick like Vladimir." " And you did business with him too? Outsmart him and took what belongs to him as well?" He chuckles and looks at me. He smirks and bites his bottom lip.